We were spitting venom
At most everyone we know
If the damned gave us a road map
Then we'd know just where to go
Now let it drop
Let it all drop
Let it all drop
Oh, let it all fall off
Well you were talking soda pop
You were talking quite a lot
The opinions that I do not give
The opinions I ain't got
So let it drop
Let it all drop
Let it all drop
Oh, let it all fall off
Well, you were spitting venom
At most everyone you know
If you truly knew the gravity
You'd know which way to go
Well let it drop
Let it all drop
Let it all drop
Oh, let it all fall off
My ears were bristled firmly
Right against your mouth to hear
When you tried to spit the venom out
Your words were not so clear, now drop
Hold on to what you need
We've got a knack for fucked up history
Hold on to what…